there is intimacy in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet, a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you, even if you spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother's front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.
this place. โ
slowly getting up after the fire was done, he took his coat off and covered lumine with it.
โ stay here. I'll be back. โ
then he took off to lead whoever was out there away from the cave.
โ loyalties? I'm loyal to the tsarista, yes but I only meant to stop you. hurting you was the last thing I thought of. โ
a sigh escaped his lips as he continued to carry her towards the cave. he was being truthful this time, but with how much he's betrayed her in the past, heโ
why? why? after he has wounded her, why would he go back to her and help her. when he touched her shoulder where his arrow pierced, the traveller wanted to pull away from him, but with her bleeding, her arm and hands felt numb.
she glared at him, but at the same time-
needed, he began to make a fire next to the wounded traveler to keep her warm.
then he heard footsteps. it was most definitely members of the fatui or new trainees. either way, he couldn't let them find her..
โ paimon, watch her. I'll get their attention away fromโ
the one shot from his bow would change everything. he wanted to stop her and that was all but he ended up doing more than just that.
watching as she fell down, the arrow still in her shoulder. was this what he wanted? to watch her die like this? wasn't she supposed to be theโ
the most charming of smiles would bite the most.
and she should have seen it coming. it was right in front of her. even paimon warned but she didn't listen. yet, she hoped that it wasn't true... the arrow he pierced through her exposed shoulder.
just to stop her from-
the arrow was fully removed, he ripped a bit of his clothes to use as a bandages until he found proper ones.
then once the cloth was wrapped around her wound, he carefully picked her up. where to go.. where to go.. his place was the only reasonable solution but he couldn'tโ
there is intimacy in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet, a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you, even if you spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother's front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.